Prospero, The Tempest
Prospero, The Tempest

My Christmas card for this year has a theatrical theme. Here’s my drawing of Prospero from Shakespeare’s The Tempest.

Wishing you a Merry Christmas, all the best, Chichi.


‘Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve;
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.’

Prospero, The Tempest (IV.i.148–158)

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Merry Christmas, here’s Prospero playing with fire. Some folk should never play with fire.
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